Allen stood there, staring down at the crushed remains of the Abyss Cradle beneath his feet, the sea-murk lazily curling over the shattered glyphs like smoke underwater. His hand was still wrapped around Lunari's, her fingers soft and webbed, her grip warm but slack like she didn't fully grasp she was holding something real.
That voice—whoever it was—was gone now. Just gone.
Allen furrowed his brow, still looking around like it might echo back.
"…Wait," he muttered, "Who even are you?"
No answer.
"Hey," he said louder. "The voice. Light lady. Mind puncher. Glow angel—hello?"
Still nothing.
He exhaled sharply through his nose. "Cool. Awesome. Just leave me with cryptic riddles and a giggling fishbrain. Love that for me."
Right on cue, Lunari tugged on his arm. "Allen Allen Allen~!" she whispered like she was sharing a world-shattering secret. "I just remembered something super important."
He side-eyed her. "If it's about seafoam again, I swear—"
